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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Open Letters: "It's been a while" edition

Dear Lady I sort of slightly know,

Ma'am, your children are named "Laquawna", "D'Yawni", "Sheniqua", "M'Shylika" and "Bob". While I respect your right to name your children whatever you darn well please, I am a bit perplexed by your choices.

Something just doesn't fit.

That being said, I'm certain you are a lovely person and have a lovely bunch of children.

A home free of psychotic people, the health of my children and dog, a decent job which does not involve the criminally insane who have not yet been captured by the law, the sheer will not to whack my spouse upside the head when he is being, well, himself. All of this...it's not much, is it?

Today, God, I need a favor.

I am willing to accept the fact that my dad has cancer again. I can take that. In fact, when I got the call yesterday? I wasn't even surprised. The proverbial "other shoe"? Well, it dropped.

So I was expecting it. I didn't like it, but I wasn't really surprised either.

But God, can you just make it easy on him this time? Can you make the surgery a little easier for him to handle? Can you make the chemotherapy not so tough? Can you give him something, whatever he needs, so that he isn't in pain all the time?

Sorry about your dad. We lost my husband's mother last year and it was hard.

But the skirt-wearing thing?? We are a fairly casual office, and we can always tell when someone has a job interview, because they show up to work in a skirt and hose. They might as well wear a big sign, "I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW TODAY"

Hey Chick,Good luck on the job front. I added that to the prayer for your dad. I'll keep you all in our thoughts and prayers...although it is kind of funny to pray for "That Chick's" Dad, I know how hard the situation is.Best wishes